"He would need to have the surgery within or before the end of three days." The doctor pauses and shoots me a look that's filled with sorrow and pity. "If he doesn't get it removed before then, the likelihood of his survival and absolute recovery would be zero."I dab at the tears that are making a freefall down my face. "Is there nothing else that can be done, doctor?"She shakes her head sadly. "There's not much else that we can do. You'd obviously amass more of the medical debts, but I'd assume that would be better than losing your brother entirely."I nod my head quickly to let her know that I completely understand. "Of course." I wipe more tears off my face. "Do whatever needs to be done to save his life, Doctor. I would find a way to gather the money and...""Sorry to interrupt, but you're being sought in the emergency unit, Dr. Maxwell." A nurse pokes her head in through the door that's cracked halfway open.Dr. Maxwell looks at the nurse and tilts her head in a professional no
"We're at work! You can not say things like that." She is a rather interesting shade of red as she scolds me."Put your pretty little ass in the chair, Jenna." My eyes fall back to the open computer in front of me, but even though I'm not looking in her direction, I know that she's still standing in the same spot."You have two simple options, Jenna..."She cuts me off in a hard tone. "I won't let you speak to me like that, Dylan. You have to decide whether or not you want me as an employee or as a lover."My eyes trail up to meet hers, and I continue speaking like I didn't hear her. "You either sit down like I've asked you to, or I'd fuck that attitude right out of you and put your naked butt in that chair myself."Her eyes bulge at the seriousness and vulgarity of my tone and words. "You can't say things like that."I raise a single brow. "I can, and I just did. I also mean every single one of those words."She stares at me with anger burning in her gaze, and folds her arms over her
DYLAN"We're at work! You can not say things like that." She is a rather interesting shade of red as she scolds me."Put your pretty little ass in the chair, Jenna." My eyes fall back to the open computer in front of me, but even though I'm not looking in her direction, I know that she's still standing in the same spot."You have two simple options, Jenna..."She cuts me off in a hard tone. "I won't let you speak to me like that, Dylan. You have to decide whether or not you want me as an employee or as a lover."My eyes trail up to meet hers, and I continue speaking like I didn't hear her. "You either sit down like I've asked you to, or I'd fuck that attitude right out of you and put your naked butt in that chair myself."Her eyes bulge at the seriousness and vulgarity of my tone and words. "You can't say things like that."I raise a single brow. "I can, and I just did. I also mean every single one of those words."She stares at me with anger burning in her gaze, and folds her arms ov
JENNA"Hey, sorry I'm late." Kimberly apologizes as she slides into the opposite side of the booth."It's fine. You look lovely," I compliment her with a smile.She does look lovely in her short green dress that hugs her busts and then flares out softly at the waist. The gorgeous piece stops mid-thigh, showing off the delicate creaminess of her shapely legs.She beams up at me. "Thank you. I was supposed to be on a date, but the jerk stood me up."I cringe. "Oh? His loss. You look absolutely ravishing."Her face pulls into a very big smile, stretching her cheeks from side to side. I feel my heart swell with a certain level of pride for putting that smile there. Kimberly, although she has a sweet soul, smiles the least amongst everyone else in the office. "Thank you. I sometimes think a little bit differently about myself because these men have been rather flaky with me."My forehead squeezes into a frown. "What do you mean?""I have a six years old son, and my dates usually go great
DYLANDespite the pleas raging in my skull and begging for me to stop, I refuse to let go of Jenna. My shock had been too many levels too high after Ethan introduced her as his daughter, and now, having her stand so close to me is doing so many things to my head.My hands go around her waist, and I drop my head down to graze my lips against her ear. She shivers at the words that leave my mouth, but that's the least one of our problems. "I thought I heard your voice. What is going on here?"I refrain from dropping my hand to quickly from her daughter's back. Instead, I raise my eyes to hers and flash a dazzling smile. "Dian, I didn't think you would still be up." I let my fingers relax and push Jenna softly away from myself. "Is your daughter always so clumsy? Or is it just an effect of being new to the working class?" I tease.Ethan's wife, Dian, smiles and visibly relaxes. "I guess she's so young and used to being fended for that she has a hard time getting used to the working envir
JENNA"What is wrong with you? Why are you sounding that way? All we had was a single night, Dylan; and it was supposed to end there. Don't make this into something that it isn't, and shouldn't even be."Even as I say the words I can feel my heart race at the way his arms are folded over his chest in a daunting pose, his eyes never leaving mine."Are you done?" His voice is cold when he asks."Don't you dare do that! I make a good point and you know it." I mimic his pose. "Or what? Why didn't you come clean to my father when you saw me if you knew you wanted to stake a claim on me?" I challenge.A single brow inches high on his forehead. "I don't think you would have reacted well to that, so I thought to save you the embarrassment." He points at me with an upturned palm. "I mean, look at how flustered you get now that I mention it. And we're alone."My cheeks heat up at his assessment and I close my eyes, rubbing my fingers against my forehead to ease the headache that's starting to f
JENNA Excitement unlike anything I have ever felt courses through me. I cannot put the feeling into words, my heart is beating really wildly in my chest and my face is split on a grin. I hail a cab and jump into it, telling the driver to take me straight to Nathan's place. I can't wait to share the news with him. Since after our engagement a few weeks ago, I've been constantly riddled with good news. By the time I make it to his apartment, my cheeks are hurting from smiling too much. I pay the cab driver and hurry up into the building. I press the button to the elevator, but am too impatient to wait when it reads that it's currently occupied; so I race up the stairs, passing by a few surprised faces as I move with reckless speed. I knock on the door of the apartment, but get no response. "Weird. I thought he said he got the day off today?" I mumble to myself. I pull the spare key out of my purse and put it into the keyhole, then push the door open. I look around the living room
JENNA His lips latch onto mine again as soon as he kicks the door to the room shut. A moan works its way out of me, my body growing warmer and warmer as he takes control of the kiss. I've been kissed before, but never like this. It feels like he's trying to own my soul, like he's drinking in the very essence of my being, gulping down the intimacy of my insides. I fully relinquish control to him, high on the loads of alcohol I'd digested earlier, and the way his tongue teases mine in a sexy dance. He pushes me against the door, his lips trailing down my chin to my neck and down to the exposed cleavage hanging outside my neckline. Another breathy sound travels out of me and I shudder with the intensity of the moment. I definitely made the right choice. This man is well aware of his place in the bedroom. Guilt tries to choke me at the thought of giving my virginity on a platter to a virtual stranger, but I shove it back down, suffocating it in the water of hurt that came with Nathan